The Villain's Counterattack

Chapter 306 Confrontation with Ding Chunqiu

"Today I heard that my aunt had a poor appetite. My uncle was running around for Gusu College and inevitably neglected my aunt. I asked someone to make some refreshing snacks, please enjoy them." In a pavilion in Mantuo Villa, Murong Fu set up a table full of delicious food and invited Li Qingluo to come. Behind her was Ding Chunqiu, who had a smile on his face and a somewhat strange look in his eyes.

Li Qingluo covered her mouth and giggled when she heard that. She was quite confident in her looks. It was just fun to be able to charm this ten-year-old boy so much that he was willing to cook for her. However, she had heard a rumor that most of the delicacies on the table were developed by this boy. Not only were they delicious, but the key was to keep healthy.

It was just his excuse and it was not for himself, but to fulfill his filial piety. He wanted to create a healthy diet for his mother. He just turned around and handed her a carefully prepared one, which made her very happy.

"Brother Fu is so thoughtful." Li Qingluo came over gracefully, stroking her belly and saying, "It's not that my aunt has a poor appetite this time, but there is another reason."

Upon hearing this, Murong Fu couldn't help but carefully examine the beautiful woman in front of him. Suddenly, he suddenly realized something and couldn't help but shake his head and said, "So that's how it is. It's because I, your nephew, am not good at medicine that I didn't realize it before. My aunt is going to give birth to a cousin for me."

Li Qingluo was slightly surprised when she heard this. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with her delicate hand and said with a smile, "How can she be my cousin and not my brother?"

Murong Fu said confidently, "My aunt is so beautiful. If she gives birth to a cousin, she will definitely look like you and be as beautiful as a fairy. But if she gives birth to a cousin, he will look like my uncle and not be so beautiful."

Li Qingluo was amused by him. To be honest, Wang Jia Erlang's appearance was not bad, and he was even quite "handsome". Although he lacked masculinity, he was enough to satisfy Li Qingluo's aesthetic standards and was more than qualified to be a "best friend".

"If I really give birth to a cousin, how about she be your wife?" Li Qingluo picked up a piece of green dessert, took a small bite, and her mouth was immediately filled with refreshing taste.

"Yes, yes!" Murong Fu readily agreed. "My Murong family has had only one son for five generations. My mother is very worried about this situation, so she has adopted many baby girls, intending to raise them from a young age as future candidates. However, most of these baby girls were abandoned, and we don't know what their parents were like, or whether they will be worthy of attention in the future. My aunt gave birth to a beautiful girl, and my little cousin will surely be the same. The position of wife will be left to my little cousin."

"You, a playboy, are dreaming of having three wives and four concubines, but my daughter cannot share her husband with anyone." It seemed as if Duan Zhengchun had arrived first. The smile on Li Qingluo's face gradually faded. Murong Fu came over and offered two other kinds of snacks, saying with a smile, "For a man, having three wives and four concubines is normal. As long as he is not promiscuous, forgets his feelings, and is responsible, and can bring happiness to a woman, what's wrong with having more wives and concubines?"

"I'm afraid he's irresponsible, fickle, and promiscuous. He'll sweet-talk people in front of others, then throw himself into the arms of another man the next moment. Such a man is the worst to have." Murong Fu acted like a grown-up, pointing at himself and saying, "Look at me, Auntie. I have red lips and white teeth, a face as white as jade, and I'm both civil and military, and I know how to please people. What girl wouldn't like me? I understand that I need to have a harem, but I'm not unkind or unfaithful. How could a girl refuse me?"

Li Qingluo was slightly startled when she heard this, and thought to herself, if that Duan man treated her like this, would she choose to share a husband with another woman? If he really tried to persuade her with kind words, and was able to control his Zhennan Princess, she would probably lose her temper, but in the end, she would still succumb to his sweet talk.

Thinking of this, the look she cast towards Murong Fu became slightly strange. "Boy, don't come to Mantuo Villa anymore. You can't come again until you confirm that your aunt didn't give birth to a son. Wait, this snack is not bad. If your aunt really gave birth to a little cousin for you, you can't get within three meters of her. If it's a little cousin, you can do whatever you want."

Murong Fu: Although I can raise lolita girls, I am not a pervert. Besides, I am only ten years old and I can’t do anything bad. Why do you have to be so strict with a little boy like me, aunt?

At this moment, Ding Chunqiu suddenly said, "My boy, an old friend of mine left behind a baby girl. Her mother was also very beautiful, but she was unable to raise her due to fate, so she gave her to me. I am a widower, and it would be inconvenient for me to take care of a baby girl. For now, I have given her to a maid to take care of. But a maid is only a maid after all, and has no experience in childbirth. How about giving her to you as a child bride? If she is beautiful in the future, you can make her a concubine. If not, you can make her a maidservant. How do you think?"

Murong Fu's eyes lit up when he heard this, but he said reservedly, "My mother feels that there are many fools in the world who value sons over daughters, and many girls are abandoned by those who give birth to them. So she wants to build a nursery and a girls' school in Yanziwu to specifically adopt and raise baby girls. If it is really inconvenient for you, sir, why not take her in as a disciple or something, send her to my mother to be raised, and then make other considerations when she reaches adulthood."

Ding Chunqiu laughed heartily upon hearing this and said, "My daughter is marrying your uncle. If I adopt that baby girl as my disciple, wouldn't that make her a generation older than you for nothing?"

Murong Fu couldn't help but frown when he heard this. Your adopted daughter, who is also my aunt, is actually your junior sister. You have taken advantage of me for no reason. And the baby girl you adopted nearby is most likely A Zi. In the original novel, you accepted her as your disciple. Now you want to give someone away for no reason. What's the reason?

Murong Fu could never have imagined that his mother had secretly clashed with Ding Chunqiu and even acknowledged him as her relative. Ding Chunqiu might have given A Zi to him in order to make fun of her in the future. After all, that girl's father and your uncle were sworn rivals in love.

Li Qingluo didn't know that Murong Fu and Ding Chunqiu had a martial arts confrontation before. Seeing that Murong Fu was well-behaved and cute, she wanted Ding Chunqiu to teach him some martial arts while she was getting ready. In her mind, the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect was the best in the world. The Gusu Murong Sect was just a big name, how could it compare to a hidden sect like the Xiaoyao Sect.

Although Ding Chunqiu's martial arts skills are now mid-level, he is not a martial arts master after all. The last time he was fooled by Murong Fu with the Dugu Nine Swords, he thought it was because he was not familiar with that strange sword technique. He was determined not to believe that this ten-year-old boy's martial arts level was higher than his, so he nodded and agreed.

After all, this kid is also his nephew, so it would not be a problem to give him some pointers. Unfortunately, Murong Fu said that the Murong family's martial arts cannot be passed on to outsiders, so he refused. But since the master is willing to give pointers, why not teach him some other miscellaneous knowledge, such as how to maintain a youthful appearance.

Ding Chunqiu laughed heartily upon hearing this. The Xiaoyao Sect prioritized aptitude when recruiting disciples, followed by appearance. Not only were their martial arts extremely powerful, but their moves also emphasized being light, graceful, elegant, and refined. Most of their internal skills were capable of maintaining a youthful appearance.

"This is a secret, and it can't be passed on to anyone else." Ding Chunqiu also knew the importance of this matter, and then he added, "Your mother also has some secrets for maintaining her beauty. If you ask her sincerely, she won't refuse."

Murong Fu curled his lips and said, "Sir, if you don't want to tell me, then just refuse. Why are you using my mother as a scapegoat? Can men and women be the same? Do I have to dress up every day like my mother to maintain my youthful appearance?"

Ding Chunqiu laughed and was not angry, but changed the topic and did not discuss this. Li Qingluo also knew the importance of things. The many martial arts she had collected from outside did not matter, but the skills that truly belonged to the Xiaoyao Sect could not be easily passed on to others. She also vaguely knew some of the rules and regulations of the Xiaoyao Sect.

After completing the routine task of pleasing Li Qingluo, Murong Fu walked towards the martial arts library of Langhuan Blessed Land, where there were still a large number of origins waiting for him. Although he did not practice, it was still good to memorize, recite and appreciate them. At least he had seen a lot and could always learn by analogy and make progress. Especially the Dugu Nine Swords, its power was getting stronger day by day, which was an unexpected surprise.

Ding Chunqiu was deeply disappointed to see Murong Fu showing such interest in those random martial arts. He thought to himself, "This kid's future achievements are likely to be limited, but it's hard for his senior sister to pour all her passion into such an unlucky child." Murong Fu was considered handsome, and the Murong family heritage was quite profound. Why was his vision so poor, turning a blind eye to those random, low-level martial arts?

As a top-notch master, it was impossible for him to admit that his vision and knowledge were not as good as that of a ten-year-old child, so he was the only one who was wrong.